"Don't stay, please~ I don't want you to die~" Veronica pleaded, her face buried in Cheng Mingrui's chest.
Only then did Cheng Mingrui's slow-on-the-uptake brain realize what his staying behind to face the Imperium's crackdown meant to the Yellow Turban Army and Veronica. They all thought he was sacrificing himself, that he would definitely die?
Actually... Cheng Mingrui wasn't afraid of death. He had already attained daemonhood and had Khorne backing him. Not only was he immortal, but he was also immensely powerful. Even if he were killed, Khorne would resurrect him the very next instant. There was practically no risk.
When the time came, he could simply change his name and identity and keep having his fun. As long as the Emperor of Mankind didn't rise from his throne to cut him down, he had nothing to fear.
So... staying behind to personally command the battle of Ovisgral was an excellent deal for Cheng Mingrui. He had simply overlooked everyone else's feelings.
If I tell Veronica now that I once only wanted her body... will she hit me? Caught in her sudden embrace, Cheng Mingrui's mind wandered briefly into inappropriate territory.
"I won't die. Who said staying behind to command means certain death?" Cheng Mingrui said with a smile.
"Then! I'm staying too! I read the plans. I don't want to lead the Expeditionary Fleet! I don't want to leave!" Veronica buried her face in Cheng Mingrui's chest, her voice choked with tears.
Cheng Mingrui was about to say something else when Veronica suddenly sprang up, silenced the rest of his words with her lips, and pushed him down onto the desk.
Beyond the office window, silver moonlight shone over them, as though covering them with a thin, gauzy quilt.
Unlike the intimate atmosphere inside the office, the silver